Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.